บท 547: Chapter 540. Black Curtain

The first thing Zein felt when he entered the fog was heaviness, like waddling through the mud.

And then, he took a breath.

And choked.

It felt like he was inhaling a thick smoke that prompted his body to stiffen. If he were to take off his mask at the edge of the Deathzone, it would feel like this. But he was wearing Mortix's latest filtering mask; an advanced version that was specially created for the Deathzone.

Which meant it was bad. Really, really bad.

"Zein!"

"Young Master!"

Zein could hear people calling out to him, but he was too dizzy to respond. His legs felt weak and he thought he was falling for a second, before a sturdy and warm arm grabbed him tightly. In the next second, a faint warmth from his ear and his wrist traveled to his whole body, and in relief, he felt his mind calming from the initial panic of failing to breathe.